(Author's POV)
Victoria looked at her - really looked at her - and then her gaze dropped to the visible curve of Sienna's abdomen.
She pressed her lips together and said nothing more.
The child was the only reason she held back. She didn't let herself think too long about whose blood ran in that child's veins, because when she did, the headache started immediately.
She turned and walked toward her bedroom without another word.
Across the city, in a quiet private lounge tucked off the main floor of a discreet members' club, Jasper sat across from Valerie Vance.
The table between them held two cups of tea, untouched. Valerie was smiling in the way she always smiled - like she already knew the end of every conversation before it started.
"You've done well," she said. "Give you a platfo
